15 (MATTEO/ANDY)

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Her eyes and words are so icy
Oh but she burns
Like rum on the fire
Hot and fast and angry as she can be
I walk my days on a wire.

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*unedited* MATTEO'S POV

Stacy and Hannah, as well as the kids, have boarded the jet and left. Alessio and Leo are sitting in the chairs in front of my desk. We have some information about Andy but it's not much.

"So what is it?" Leo asks.

"We only have a video. It shows Andy staggering down the street and then Red's guys put a bag on her head and inject something in her neck. It took her a few seconds before she went down. They dragged her to a van and put her in the back. The guys are trying to figure out the license plate number," I reply.

"So what do we do now?" Leo asks.

"We can search places and have people on the lookout but we have no idea where they went. He only has one house here in the states and that's not too far from us," I respond.

"Why don't we just go after him?" Leo asks.

"Because he could kill her. We need more information and a way better way of getting to her without her dying," I respond.

Leo nods. "Are we going to wait until he reaches out or are we going squeeze info out of people? I mean we have the rat that's in the Russian Mafia," Alessio chimes in.

"Get a hold of him and see if he knows what's going on," I respond.

"We can't let this get us down," Leo says, "Teddy, Shannon, Tyler, and Jadon should be here soon."

"I will inform you guys if anything gets sent to me."

ANDY'S POV

My eyes flutter open as a dim light hits my face. I look around the room. Everything in here is pink. I go to move off the bed but stop when I feel the ropes around my wrist and ankle. I look down and see that I am in a black bra and a lacy thong.

Who changed me? Where am I? I just want to go home.

The bedroom door opens and Nora walks in with a tray. She comes to the side of the bed and sets the tray on the nightstand. Nora reaches up and unties my rope around my wrist.

"What am I doing here? Where am I?" I ask.

Nora looks at me with a sad smile. "You're at Red's and we can't leave until he tells us we can. I am your friend, not your enemy, Andy," Nora says.

"Why are you being my friend now?" I ask.

"Because you're not the only one that's forced to stay here," she murmurs. "Jade and I as well as my son, Jax, are stuck here. The reason why Jade was sad that day was that Red was coming home."

I nod. "What's on the tray?" I ask.

"Your dinner. You slept for a whole day and you're starting to pale," Nora says.

I nod. Nora leaves the room and locks the door from the outside. I reach down and untie the rope around my ankle. I swing my legs to the side and pick up the tray. I set the tray beside me pull the lid off the plate.

Seafood lies on the plate with veggies. I cover it back up and put the tray back on the nightstand. I climb off the bed and walk over to the window. I look out at the green grass and the guards. I cross my arms over my chest and take a deep breath.

The bedroom door unlocks and opens. Heavy footsteps enter and then the door closes and locks again. I keep my gaze on the guards and grass. Red's face appears in the glass with an evil smirk.

"You like your room?" He asks.

"It looks like someone threw Pepto Bismol on the walls and called it a day," I reply.

Red grabs me by my hair and yanks my head back making me wince. "I can throw you in a cellar if you'd like, Andy! There are rats and other rodents that would eat you alive down there," Red states.

Red let's go of my hair and walks back to the door. He bangs on it and the door unlocks and he rushes out as soon as it opens. I sigh and walk back to the bed. I pull the covers back and climb in. I stare up at the ceiling as time ticks by.

Before I know it, the sun has risen and Nora has already brought my breakfast in and took the dinner tray out. No seafood this time just eggs, bread, and sausage. There was a small glass of orange juice until I guzzled it down. I eat up the food and change into some of the clothes I found.

I sit on the bed and close my eyes as the door unlocks and opens. I open my eyes and turn my head to the side to see Red and a man standing by the bathroom door.

"We are going to play a game, Andy," Red says as he pulls a pair of scissors out of his pocket.

"What kind of game?" I ask as I turn and give him my full attention.

"A question game. For every question that is wrong, I cut a piece of your hair off. How much hair you have left when I'm done depends solely on you."

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